0 comments/ 28017 views/ 7 favorites Dungeon Master Ch. 01 By: J_L_Gravian The subdued light in the stone walled dungeon cast stark shadows in the deep recesses of the old buildings foundations. The toy112 could just make out the thick pillar bases positioned at regular intervals around the large cavernous room. The old fashioned iron cage that held her was set back in the east wall, three of its sides along with its floor and ceiling incased by solid stone with only the front hinged section accessible to her custodian. The cold hard stone beneath her naked aching body felt like glacier ice against her silk smooth skin. A stainless steel dog feeding bowl had been left filled with water at the rear of the cage for her to hydrate herself from, but it was the only luxury given to her in her dark confines. The faint hum of an overhead light was the only sound other than her own breathing that she could hear as she tried to guess at just how long she had been held in the baron cell. There were no windows or time pieces in the large room with which she could even begin to tell the time of day. She hadn't slept since her incarceration, and she guessed that she had been here for several hours, although she knew that it could very well have been all night. When she considered how time seems to blur into itself when there is nothing to occupy the mind she realised that she could be here for days like this, and not have a clue what the time was or even what day of the week it was. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her already goose pimpled flesh tightened as she remembered how she came to be in her current situation. She had left the bank at 13.00 after a busy morning of administration and scheduling work. She was frustrated and wanted nothing more than to get home, open a bottle of wine, have a long relaxing soak in a hot bath, and prepare for her visit to Master where she was due at 19.00. It had been a humid but grey skied July afternoon when she emerged onto the high street from the banks main doors. The busy pavements full of families, couples and groups of greasy skinned teenagers only served to prolong her already infuriatingly slow progress to her car in the town centres main multi story car park. It had taken her almost a full fifteen minutes to battle through the busy Saturday crowds, a walk that would ordinarily only take her five. She had finally reached her car to find that a plain white Ford Transit van had been parked across the front of her space so she was unable to move her vehicle. This had been the last straw and she felt her frustration boiling up to a fury that made her want to smash every window of the van with her bare hands. She stormed up to it and as she drew closer realised that she could hear its radio quietly through the open drivers window playing some main stream chart drivel, so she walked around its rear and headed for the drivers door. As she reached it she saw a slim shaven headed man of around thirty five sitting at the wheel, she wrapped hard on the door panel and snapped sharply at him, "please move this thing out of my way so I can actually get out of my space." What happened next came so fast and brutal that she still couldn't quite get her head around it. The man looked at her and grinned an uneven grin as his hands shot up from outside her view with something black gripped tightly in them. He twisted and lurched forwards so quickly that she didn't have enough time to react properly before the black thing was forced over her head. She finally came to her senses and her animal instinct kicked in as she desperately tried to pull away from her attacker. she put her hands on the door panel and pushed to propel herself away, but the mans hands were at her throat, strong and vice like. She grabbed at them and tried to claw them away but suddenly a heavily muscled arm circled her waist and a hard muscular body pressed up against her from behind. First her right then her left arm was wrenched behind her back and efficiently cable tied together at the wrists, then she felt a draw string being pulled around her neck to close off any light that penetrated the hood that she now wore. The strong arm around her gripped her even tighter as she was hauled up onto the unseen mans shoulder and moved to the back of the van. She wriggled and kicked out trying to escape from her captor, then she heard the rear door creek open and with a rush of panic redoubled her efforts and finally found her voice. Her muffled scream was cut short as she landed hard on her right side on the vans grooved floor. It took her a few seconds to catch her breath again before she attempted a second more desperate scream as she kicked at the man climbing into the space with her. The van roared to life and she felt the throb of the diesel engine through the vehicles chassis as it pulled away. The mans large calloused hands gripped her head and she felt something being forced into her mouth through the hood wedging her jaw wide open so she was barely able to even breathe. A moment later thick heavy tape was wrapped around her head a full two or three times then it was dropped leaving her sprawled helplessly. Sweat trickled down her back and between her breasts, and the stifling heat inside the hood made her feel slightly faint as a million thoughts raced through her mind, where was she being taken? Who were these people? What was going to happen to her? Was she going to die? Suddenly her legs were yanked upwards by the ankles and she felt yet more cable ties being fastened tightly around them, she twisted and bucked but to no avail, her head throbbed, and her muffled pathetic screams were lost in the noise of the now rapidly moving van. Utterly helpless and feeling faint from the heat and stress of the situation she tried with only limited success to lay as flat as she could on her belly so she did not get thrown around the vans empty interior any more than she already had been. Neither man spoke as the van drove at what to her felt like break neck speed through the busy town streets. The drone of the engine loud in her ears and the background noise of the god awful pop music that filtered from the cab were her only companions as she sweated, gasped for breath, and prayed to any god that would listen that she wouldn't die a horrible painful death. After what she guessed was around fifteen minutes the journey became smoother with far less cornering and reductions in speed. Her heart pounded and her stomach lurched as she realised that they were on either a dual carriage way, or worse, a motorway. Her mind raced as sheer panic flooded her, where the hell were they taking her? They had been driving for at least half an hour which meant she could be anywhere within a thirty mile radius of her home town. She began to wriggle and fight against her restraints, although she didn't have the first clue of what she would do if she got free, she just knew she had to get out of this van and as far away from these men as possible. A heavy Scottish accent mocked her as she struggled, "no use struggling lass, you got nowhere to run. We're nearly there now, and the Boss is eager to see you." The man snorted a chuckle as she vainly pulled harder on the cables holding her, but all she managed to do was tighten them further so that they bit deep into her rapidly swelling wrists and ankles. She felt the van slow and turn left, she assumed that they were turning off a junction and this was confirmed as it stopped and then a few short moments later pulled away at a slower pace and turned off of one of the exits of a large roundabout. Another five minutes or so passed with the van travelling sedately and making the occasional turning. Eventually they came to a halt and the throbbing of the engine ceased just before the awful music died as the driver took the keys out of the ignition. For several long minutes all three of the vans inhabitants waited, the men for their Boss, as the burly man had called him, and the snivelling terrified toy112 for her fate. She lay trembling with terror waiting, listening, but nobody spoke, nobody moved, and she felt like her whole world was falling apart around her. "Here He comes." Stated the almost jolly sounding Yorkshireman from the vans cab. "Wait here." He said as he opened the van door and then extricated himself. She heard his footsteps fade as he obviously went to meet whoever the new comer was. Still the brutish man that had remained in the van with her said nothing, all she could hear was her own breathing, the thumping of her heart, and the ticking of the vans engine as it cooled. She heard two sets of footsteps moving to the rear of the van and she jumped in alarm as two loud bangs rang against the rear doors. Again she heard the creek of the double doors as the man guarding her pushed and they swung open on battered hinges and let humid fresh air into the space. "Here she is Boss." Said the Yorkshireman, "she put up a bit of a fight, but nothing Jim couldn't deal with." She felt a strong hand grip her ankle before the Scotsman asked, "in the usual place Boss?" She never heard a reply, but suddenly she was manhandled onto her back and before she could even begin to struggle was lifted as if she were a doll up onto the big mans shoulder and carried away. As she was carried helpless and sobbing she realised that she could hear only two sets of foot steps and she wondered what had happened to the third man. Her question answered itself as she heard the rattling throaty growl of the vans engine come to life somewhere behind them. She supposed that "The Boss," was leading the Scotsman to the location in which he wanted her. After maybe a two min walk that included going through several sets of doors and descending down a long flight of stairs they finally came to a stop. She noticed that the air in this area was considerably cooler than both outside and whatever rooms they had passed through. She shrieked into her gag as she heard the distinctive sound of a blade against metal, she wriggled and tried to get free but the big Scotsman simply laughed at her as he dropped her down on her feet and growled, "don't move lass. It'll be better for you if you don't." She froze with fear at the words, then felt hands at the buttons of her white cotton work blouse, and screamed again as the hands tore it open. Then a hand lifted her arms upward sending hot pain shooting up to her shoulders as it felt like they would be dislocated before she felt the blouse being cut up it's back. It dawned on her that what she had taken to be a blade sounding against metal was in fact a pair of scissors. Once the back had been cut each sleeve was cut from wrist all the way up to and through the collar. A moment later the four parts of ruined fabric lay uselessly at her feet and she felt the hands at the waistband of her black A-line skirt. With one fluid movement the entire length of it had been sliced through and it too fell away to the floor leaving her in a pretty lacy white bra and panties set. The cold air on her flesh made her shiver involuntarily and she knew that her nipples were hard against the soft fabric of her bra, she felt them pressing against the inner cups. An appreciative grunt sounded in front of her, and she knew that the big man was staring at her semi naked body and was clearly enjoying it. "What first I wonder." Said the Scotsman, his voice heavy with undisguised lust. She flinched as she heard the scissors being quickly opened and shut just in front of her, and she closed her eyes preying they would just get on with it. Hands glided up her arms from behind and she felt herself pull forward and away from them. But they gripped her shoulders and pulled her back forcing her to stay still. Then the strap of her bra on her left side was lifted and she felt it cut through with the scissors. The same thing was repeated on her right strap and she suddenly knew what was coming next. Large rough hands pulled at the front of her bra pulling it away from her skin, she felt the fabric give as the scissors sliced through the middle of the pretty underwear. The remnants hung trapped between her back and arms, but her firm smooth breasts were bared to the hungry stares of the two men. "A pretty little thing." Leered the scot, "let's get that cunt uncovered." He followed and thrust his hand down the front of her crisp white panties. Sobbing with fear, frustration, and helplessness she just stood as he pulled the front out and made two quick cuts, one on each side of her hip, then still gripping them yanked them away. The toy screamed as the friction from the fabric burned in between her thighs where it contacted the flesh. A large hot hand roughly grabbed her breasts and mauled them as she twisted in an attempt to delay the inevitable. Another hand spanked her exposed backside and the two men roared with laughter as she tried to twist and pull her arse away at the same time and ended up sprawled on her side on the cold marble floor. The pair began hauling her to her feet again, all the time taking opportunistic gropes at her arse, breasts, and even her pussy. Trembling but helpless she struggled pointlessly as she was pushed from one man to the other, all the time sobbing into the now sweat and tear soaked hood. "ENOUGH!" boomed an authoritative voice. The toy112 felt physically sick now. Bile began to rise in her stomach and she was fearful of passing out as she felt the colour drain from her face. She did not recognise the voice, it was well educated and confident, this Man was clearly "the Boss." She stood helpless and terrified awaiting her fate. "Strap her down.......and get that bloody gag off her. She is no good to me if she suffocates." Said the boss sharply. In seconds the tape around her head was torn away and a few short moments later the hood was pulled swiftly off. The bright harsh light made her blink rapidly as her irises tried to adjust to the sudden change. In front of her stood an immaculately dressed man in his early forty's. His tall trim frame seemed to compliment his sharp clean features, whilst the salt and pepper grey at his temples gave him a distinguished air. The man smiled a thin cruel smile and said, "you are quite lovely my dear. I have been looking forward to this for some time." Shock registered on her face and her mind tumbled with confusion as she tried to fathom what he meant. But she didn't have time to think as hands grabbed her from behind and hauled her onto what felt like a table or bench made of metal or even marble. It's smooth cold surface numbed her to her very core as heavy medical straps secured her mid section, thighs, ankles, wrists, and upper arms tightly. The shock of the cold took her breath away, but she now found her voice and began to scream long and loud as she vainly thrashed against the restraints. Catching movement on the edge of her vision she screamed again as she saw the big Scotsman baring down on her with a heavy leather gag. He forced it into her mouth seemingly not caring that his actions sent numbing pain through her lips and gums as he thrust it in hard. He gripped her hair and wrenched her head up and forward as the slimmer man buckled the fastening behind her skull. Without ceremony he let her head drop back to the slab surface once the gag was in place, her vision momentarily bursting into stars as her skull connected harshly with the smooth surface. Again the Scotsman came into view, this time holding a sturdy looking leather strap around two inches in width. He passed one end out of her view, and after a few moments of hearing another buckle being secured the strap was laid across her forehead and she felt it tightening down on her. Crying freely now she tried to shake her head free, but the Scotsman's big hand clamped down over her eyes and nose pinning it in place as he made the final adjustments to complete her restraint. She lay there immobile, confused, aching, and utterly terrified as the room fell into ominous silence. Staring up at a brilliant white light she could do nothing to escape from her captors. For several minutes she wriggled and strained every muscle in her firm curvaceous body but to no avail. Desperately she attempted to move her eyes to see something, anything around her that would give her an indication of her whereabouts. But it was fruitless, all she could see was blank crisp white wall to her left, the leg of what she guessed was a stainless steel table to her right, and the single bright halogen light that hovered five feet directly above her head. Flashing back to movies and tv programs she had seen over the years a new wave of terror hit her. Was she in a medical facility of some sort? The cold clinical harshness of the room she was now in certainly seemed consistent with the hospital theatres, examination rooms, and dentist rooms she had seen. Fear paralysed her, her heart pounded against her rib cage, and much to her horror she lost control of her bladder. As her muscle control fled a warm feeling flooded down over her smooth pussy and arse, it pooled on the tables surface and sat spreading around her buttocks. "Messy girl." Mocked the boss. "We can't have you soiling my examination room now can we." He added, a cruel smile evident from the tone of his voice. She lay there cold and shivering, her skin goose pimpled, and warm piss cooling rapidly around her buttocks and upper thighs. "Get rid of that mess!" Snapped the Boss. A moment later she heard movement and the rustling of cloth as she realised that her shredded clothes were being retrieved from the floor and were about to be used to mop up her humiliating accident. Sure enough a few seconds later she felt the bundled blouse and skirt being pressed into the mess between and beneath her thighs, the fabric drinking up the fluid easily. In a flash of ridiculousness she found herself cursing the men for ruining the blouse, she had only bought it a couple of weeks earlier and she liked the way it displayed her firm round breasts. She had liked it so much that she was going to buy another two or three of the tops in different colours. She knew that Master would like the way her D cups strained against the thin cotton. She had mused that he would probably want her to go braless underneath too. But now it was in tatters and it annoyed her, like that was her biggest problem right now! The man doing the mopping up finished the job and moved away again taking the soiled rags with him, then suddenly she felt her legs being spread open. As she lay there utterly powerless to help herself out of her situation she heard a clicking sound. Click, click, then a pause before click, click, click. What the hell was happening?! Click, click, click, click. Then she realised, it was a ratchet clicking. The sound was coming as her legs were spread wider and wider. The examination table now had her restrained and on clear display for the assembled men. Legs almost spread to the point of doing the splits, arse and pussy open and vulnerable, breasts bare and standing proud with stiff crinkled nipples. A hot flush reddened her cheeks as she realised to her horror that although she was absolutely terrified she also felt her pussy throb at the thought of these men viewing her like this. "Get my coat, and bring the instruments over." She heard the Boss say to one of his cronies. A moment later she heard metallic clattering as the instruments were dropped into metal trays. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest as sheer panic coursed through her. She began screaming into the gag and vainly tried to struggle against her bonds. The men ignored her and went about their preparations, calmly organising what was needed for the procedure to come. The Boss appeared to the right side of her head and leaned in toward her face giving her a clear look at his intense and stern eyes. Again she felt her pussy throb and a rush of shame come over her. What would Master say to her behaviour? He would be so disappointed in her and she felt tears well up again as she thought about letting Master down so badly. How would she explain all of this to Him? Would he simply discard her as soiled goods? Suddenly she didn't care what these men did to her, all she wanted was to be at Masters feet and for him to protect her. Dungeon Master Ch. 01 The Boss seemed to be gauging her for a moment before he spoke. "Don't worry young lady, the procedure will not take long. You just lay back and relax." The ice cold laugh that followed did nothing to ease her terror. Disappearing from view the Boss spoke to his cronies. "Bob, you can go and wait for my guest in the house. Make sure he is comfortable and ring down to let me know when he has arrived. I shall finish here and will be up to meet him shortly." There was a wash of warm air as Bob exited the room and then more metallic sounds as an instrument tray was placed on a nearby side table. "Jim, I want this filmed. Make sure you get close ups of the procedure and this pretty little things face." The Boss snapped at the Scotsman. A few minutes past and indistinct sounds filtered to the toys ears as the Boss and his assistant set themselves up for the show. What felt like a lifetime past as she lay there not knowing what was about to happen. Then she jumped in alarm as she felt a rubber clad hand pressing at her pussy lips. She wanted nothing more than to slam her legs shut to deny the man the unobstructed access to her most private place that he now enjoyed. Ashamedly she felt his fingers sliding over her labia and she started to sob as she resigned herself to the fact that her body was betraying her arousal. She could feel her nipples aching for attention, and her pussy was simply dripping with fear induced arousal. Rationalising that there was nothing she could do to stop her ordeal she took the decision to let them get on with it, as far as she was concerned they could have their fun and once it was over she could return to Masters care and discipline. Agile fingers moved expertly over her wet and open pussy and coaxed her clit into a stiff protruding bud. She felt an almost wanking sensation over it and a gentle but firm pulling at the hood. There was a short pause and then the Boss's calm precise voice. "In a moment you will experience a brief period of discomfort," the voice said. Then a sharp sting of pain shot through her pussy, the shock of it making her scream into the gag as her eyes flew wide in surprise. Then in a few short seconds the pain was gone and replaced by the cool soothing sensation of a gloved hand wiping antiseptic over the area. The toy could smell the liquid strong and clinical in her still flaring nostrils as she drew in quick short breaths through them. "Excellent." Commented the Boss. "All done down there. It really wasn't all that bad now was it." He said as he stood and moved to stand to the side of the examination slab. Eyes wide with fear the toy112 looked up at the man. She had just registered what he had said. "All done down there." He had said. What the hell was he going to do now?! But she didn't get the opportunity to think about it any longer as he leaned over and lay a piece of white fabric over her face. The harsh light above her was blotted out and she could see nothing but dark as she stared into the fabric. As she lay there she realised that the man had been wearing a white lab coat, and she pondered for a moment whether he might be a Doctor of some description. Just then she felt the familiar caress of a rubber clad hand pulling at her right nipple. The fingers teased and tugged, stiffening it into an engorged bud nearly a half inch long. Again the sensation of a cool cloth, and then out of nowhere a vice like grip seized the bud. "This may be a little more uncomfortable than a moment ago young lady, but I am sure you can cope with it." Said the Boss smoothly. The toy squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth as a white hot pain exploded through her nipple. It felt like it was on fire and she couldn't help but let out a short sharp yelp. Just as the smell of antiseptic wafted up to her nose she heard a phone ring somewhere in the room. "Get that." Ordered the Boss. A moment later she heard Jim say "Aye. Ok, I'll let Him know." Was the next thing she heard the Scotsman answer. Then she heard the phone being placed back on the cradle before Jim's voice came again. "He's here Boss." Is all he said. The rubber clad hands were wiping antiseptic on her still stinging nipple as the Boss replied "Right ok, I am going to finish up here then I will be up. Put the camera on the tripod over there then go and prepare the other room." The Boss moved around the table past her head and spoke again. "A moments discomfort and it is all over." Is all he said before a lance of pain flooded her left nipple. She bit down hard on the gag and clenched her fists as the pain seemed to burn through her sensitive bud. "Well done my pretty." He said as he applied the soothing antiseptic. A flare of anger filled her as she heard the words, she wasn't his pretty, she was Masters and nobody else's. How dare he say that! Every time he touched her she felt her skin crawl and she shivered involuntarily, yet she still felt the throbbing ache in her pussy and nipples. How could she be aroused by these creeps? Yes she was a slut, but was she really this much of a slut? She felt her face glowing a fierce red under the white fabric and she new deep down that yes, she really was. The whole experience although terrifying had left her in desperate need to be used by Master. Just as she thought this she heard the Boss walk past her carrying a rattling tray of what she assumed were the instruments he had used to inflict that horrible pain. There was a clattering as the tray was put down somewhere at the other end of the room, then he reappeared beside her. "Well, lets see what effect the two procedures have had on you." He said as He whipped the fabric away from over her face. He disappeared towards the foot end of the slab and she heard "Mmmmmm, well well well," before she felt his fingers violate her. At first it was just one finger, but soon it was joined by another and then another. she was rigid with fear as she concluded that she was about to be raped. All this ran through her head but she couldn't help rocking her hips slightly as the invading digits eased slowly in and out. The crimson of her face soon spread to her neck and chest as the man twisted his fingers inside her and pushed a little further in. Shutting her eyes and biting down on the thick leather in her mouth she tried desperately to not enjoy it, and further shame pricked at her as she realised how wet her pussy was. The mans fingers slid easily in and out of her open sex, and then he slid another in. She couldn't stop herself now, she raised her hips to meet the thrust of the hand and felt four fingers plunge in past the third knuckle. Groaning into the gag with her firm round breasts wobbling with each movement she felt an unmistakable heat in the pit of her stomach. She began to cry as the orgasm built within her. She was powerless to stop the rotating of her hips as the man played her like an instrument. Internally she hated herself, she was about to break one of the rules that Master had set her. He had told her that she was never to cum by her own actions or the actions of another party without his expressed permission, and she had embraced the rule eagerly. She had loved the control it had over her, loved the way it made her feel when Master allowed or denied her permission, but she was about to break it and she hated her body for it's betrayal. There was nothing she could do to stop it, she would beg Master for forgiveness and would willingly accept the harshest of punishments to pay for her failure. She could feel the orgasm building up inside her and she knew it would only be a minute or so before she climaxed. She couldn't do anything to hold back as the fingers pistoned in and out of her, but she desperately wanted to stop herself. She felt the fingers slide deeper still, her labia stretching as she took more of the intruder. Not being able to stop herself she ground her hips up into his forward thrusts, causing a little pain where she was being so stretched. The pain both appalled and aroused her as she fought to hold back. Then, seemingly innocently the man asked, "have you ever been fisted My pretty?" As he asked the question he pushed more firmly and she felt more of his hand slide inside. She had been fisted before but only by Master. He was the only man she had ever trusted to do it. She couldn't believe that it was about to be done by this stranger, she felt so used, so dirty, so degraded, yet so turned on. At that point there was nothing more she could do and it happened. An orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, relentless and unhindered. It spread out from her pussy and washed over her with wave after wave of mind numbing intensity. Shaking with pleasure and pulses of ecstasy she strained against the thick leather straps that restrained her thighs as she instinctively tried to close her legs. Her breath came in great gulps as she tried to suck in air around the gag, her chest heaved and perspiration covered most of her body. As the orgasmic feelings began to subside she could feel the mans hand still buried in her, and she tensed again as she felt more girth stretch her. She guessed it was his thumb sliding in next to his fingers, but she couldn't be sure as she didn't know which way was up in her current state. A long drawn out moan slipped from her as she felt her pussy being utterly filled and stretched. The man was ever so slightly twisting the fist from left to right inside her. It hurt, but god it felt so good. She found herself pushing against him, the tingling almost burning pain mixing deliciously with ripples of pleasure. All inhibitions gone now she willingly took the fist in, letting her juices lubricate and heighten sensitivity. He eased out a little then thrust back in, plunging deeper with each stroke. This went on again and again until after several minutes the hand popped out. Another groan slipped out as she felt empty, then suddenly a sharp intake of breath as it was forced all the way back inside. She felt light headed, her entire body was screaming at her to cum yet she just wanted to be fucked like a little slut by this strangers fist. For long minutes he fucked her like this. Rotating his fist inside her to maximise the torment, pulling out and plunging back in. He watched intently as the smooth young cunt gripped his wrist and seemed not to want to let go. Sweet erotically charged juices trickled from the now gaping hole, and he quickened his pace as he noticed the rising of her next orgasm. He was almost viciously fucking her cunt with his balled fist now. Every thrust sent shock waves of pleasure and pain through her. Her cunt ached and was red from the friction but she still couldn't stop from pushing against him. Eventually it was all too much and she screamed long and loud into the gag as an unrelenting orgasm made her pass out. The toy awoke with a strange taste in her mouth that was almost chemical in its flavour. She felt light headed and wasn't entirely sure of where she was. Trying to move she discovered that the heavy leather restraining straps were no longer anchoring her to the examination table, in fact as she moved she realised that she was no longer on the table but on a rough stone surface. As she moved she felt all the scrapes and bruises that she had collected during her less than comfortable van ride, her hips, shoulders and elbows seemed to have taken the worst battering. As she rolled onto her front to push herself up her tender nipples grazed the surface she lay on and a brief twinge of discomfort made her suck in air through her teeth. She had forgotten about the procedures for a moment, but now they came vividly back to her, and she wondered at what the man had done. There seemed to be some sort of tape over her nipples, and when she put her hand down to her pussy she felt that there was also a covering of it there. It wasn't particularly bright where she lay so she couldn't see enough to determine what the tape was, but as she scanned around her she made out three rough stone walls and a matching floor and ceiling surrounding her. Looking over to her right she could clearly see a barred iron door shutting her into the 6ft by 4ft cell. Making a move to shuffle toward the door her left foot struck something and she was rewarded with the sensation of ice cold water splashing over her bare foot, it made her shiver, in fact the whole stark unyielding little prison cell made her shiver. Looking at the dog bowl she had just kicked she realised just how thirsty she was, so after slowly and painfully manoeuvring herself around to face it she leaned down and drank messily from it's stainless steel rim. Once she had sated her thirst she decided she would try to see what the Boss had done to her. Dragging herself forward to the cell door to try and make use of what little light there was available from the main room she spotted something. Sticking out from below the iron door was a piece of folded paper. Not knowing if she wanted to look at it more closely her heart thumped in her chest. What if it was a note from the kidnappers? Resolving that she was being an idiot and that the paper could only be from the kidnappers as there was nobody else here she reached forward and leaning against the bars she slowly and fearfully unfolded it. To be continued...